She could hear voices, two she was unfamiliar with - a man and a woman - the others she was: Padalecki, her father and . . . Misha? She knew she was dead, she had to be. Otherwise, how could she be hearing Misha's voice? The man and woman where gone in was sounded like bird wings - she was definitely going crazy and then she could just here Padalecki, her Dad and Misha.
The ground underneath her was hard, cold, wet and she was sure she was lying on some glass. The voices were quiet, speaking in frantic whispers - about her, she was sure of it. She could feel someone beside her, the familiar cologne filling her nostrils. She was carefully turned over onto her back and Jamie finally opened her eyes. Her vision was filled with her Father's face shrouded with the darkened sky.
She let a smile grace her lips. "Dad," she stared, but his face hardened and she stopped.
"What the hell didn't you go when I told you to?" Dean demanded, looking down at the girl that he had been trying to avoid.
Jamie looked at him, her eyes very serious. "Mom abandoned us and Misha got killed," she told him.
Dean glanced at Sam, confused. The next thing Dean knew, Jamie had thrown her arms around his neck and hugged him tightly.
"You're all I got, Dad," she told him. "Even if it kills me, I'm never going to let you go."
Dean winced and he knew Sam did too, how the hell were they going to explain this? Or for that fact, could Cas send her back? He pulled her hands off from around his neck and she sat back hurt and confused.
"How am I supposed to say this?" Dean muttered with a sigh. "Look, Jamie," he started. "I'm not your Dad."
Jamie looked at him, her emerald eyes shinny. "Don't say that, Dad." she begged. "You're just upset." she told him.
Dean shook his head sadly. "You're not listening,"
Jamie shook her head frantically back. "Daddy," she cried. Tears streamed down her face as she sat up on her knees, placing her hands on either side of Dean's face. "Please, Daddy, don't be mad."
Dean stared at her, his heart strings getting tugged again, for the first time actually seeing himself in her. But this wasn't his kid and she was even real, she was just something that Balthazar and Cas had dreamed up. He took her small hands from his face and held them in his hands.
"You're not listening to me," Dean told her, at this she seemed to cry even harder.
Dean could believe that he was the one that had to do this; it always seemed to be him.
"I am literally and physically not you're Father," he tired to get through.
Jamie shook her head in denial, fisting her hands inside Dean's hold.
Dean was about to once again say it, breaking the girls heart even more, when he was interrupted.
"Dean," Cas's rough voice intruded.
Dean turned to him.
"She is of your DNA,"
"What?" Dean demanded.
"The world in which you were sent was an alternative life that you could have had." the Angel elaborated.
Dean just stared at him.
Jamie had frozen, her tears doing the same thing as she heard his voice again, Misha's voice again. Slowly she turned towards where the voice had come from, blinking away the tears to see the figure better. Her eyes widened.
"M-Misha?" she stammered out.
Castiel looked down at her with piercing blue eyes, his head cocked to the side. Jamie didn't really care nor under stand why he had called her father "Dean", of why he was wearing the suit and trench coat that he wore for the Supernatural character. All she saw was her friend, Misha Collins, alive and right in front of her. She launched herself at him, hitting him with enough force to cause him to stumble slightly before regaining his balance. Jamie wrapped her arms around his waist and buried her face in his chest.
Castiel looked from the crown of Jamie's head to Dean in confusion, he had no idea what he was supposed to so he just stood there stiffly, letting the girl hug him. Dean shrugged his shoulders, standing up from the ground so he looked to Sam instead.
"I think she thinks you're that Misha guy," Sam explained, glancing at Dean.
Cas looked at him with more confusion. "I am Castiel," he stated simply as if that explained everything.
Sam sighed and ran a hand roughly through his hair. "In her world, the world that you sent us to, we were fictional characters, Castiel the Angel was fiction. You look exactly like the guy who played, well you. And Dean looks like her Father, Jensen Ackles. And apparently I'm Jared Padalecki, and I'm pretty sure she hates me." Sam explained further.
Castiel looked to Dean for conformation and Dean nodded.
"Can't you just send her back?" Dean asked Castiel, who shook his head.
"The portal could only be opened a limited amount of times," Castiel told the brother's. "When Raphael opened the portal to let Vergil through and again to come back, he damaged it and it had disappeared."
"So she's stuck here?" Sam clarified.
"Yes," Cas agreed.
"Well . . . What do we do with her?" Dean asked after a moment of silence.
"The world in which Balthazar had sent you, people knew of the Supernatural, correct?" Castiel asked.
"Of a sort," Sam agreed. "There were no real Supernatural forces, but kind of like the "Winchester Gospel"," Dean made a face at that. "They had a show. And from what I had read, they knew all of the facts for killing the Supernatural."
"And this child has that knowledge?" Castiel asked next.
"I would think so," Dean said in confusion. "Why?"
"She could be used as a great asset," Castiel simply as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. Not really knowing what to do with himself and feeling a little awkward, he placed his hand gently on the back of the girls head.
Jamie knew that she should have been listening to the conversation that was happening, should have paid attention to the things concerning her future. She should have known something was wrong with the fact that Misha was alive and Dad said that he wasn't her father. That they kept calling each other by the character that they played in the Supernatural series, but right now at this moment - she couldn't have given more crap as she kept her hold on Misha.
Right now everything was okay.
